Saturday, February 27, 2010

Okay, you don't have to speak Russian to appreciate this, as you'll very rapidly appreciate from the lyrics. The guy looks like he's had a bad job of embalming. I also want to say that this clip is something from a variety show in the 60s (based on the set and the colors), but I fear that it's contemporary from Russian TV.

Addendum: Sebastian Helm identified the singer as Edward Anatolevich Hill, information about whom can be found here (scroll down to find him). And yes, the clip is from the 60s.

The Babe's been cleaning up some of the cabinets and drawers in the kitchen (who KNEW we had so much space??!?!). I have gotten my office floor vacuumed--I'd forgotten my Persian carpet here was a dark red--and have spread tax paperwork all over it for sorting and sifting.

We paused mid-day and went shopping for a new side table to go with the new couch, which arrives tomorrow. The house is really clean and we're decluttering all kinds of things here and there. More stuff going out on the PayItForward lists.

I got this from Reut R. Cohen's website. She's an interesting person and you may enjoy romping around the site. The chiding that Ayn Rand gives the GOP is really choice.

Reut Cohen also had this comment, which I think says it perfectly:

This is even more relevant today than when Ayn Rand explained the necessity of favoring individual rights and reason in 1961. Today we can substitute "Islamists" for "Communists." The GOP should favor reason and individual rights--and move away from faith-based politics. Religion, though it should be respected as a person's right, is a private matter and the forefathers of the United States intended it to be this way.

About Me

I live in Fircrest, WA, married, 5 stepchildren who I'm mighty fond of, and 6 granddaughters who I extremely fond of. I write books, magazine articles, white papers, documentation, online help... most anything, even buttons for a button company. I've published about 8 million, which is quite a pile.

We have two cats, a 17yo tabby/Siamese mix and an 18-pound black cat who's fairly obnoxious.

The Babe and I play a lot of gin rummy together at restaurants and we bowl. All this may sound disgustingly humdrum, but I'm just giving you the few points of contact with a consensual normalcy amidst a backdrop of periodic chaos and excitement with travel, conferences, and cruises to exotic foreign shores.